Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Beneath the rubble lay half of a bloodstained pink, wide-sleeved celestial gown.

It was Xi Shi's clothing.

Cao E stretched out a trembling hand and lifted the stone.

Xi Shi's face, once beautiful enough to topple kingdoms and cities, was smeared with blood. Her eyes were wide open, utterly lifeless.

In the muddy pool beside her lay the severed wing of a red sparrow.

It belonged to the proud and noble Vermilion Bird Divine Lord, Jinse!

Yet now, she had died so miserably.

Not far away, the colorful butterfly Zhu Yingtai had transformed into was pinned dead to the ground by an enormous stone pillar.

Nie Xiaoqian was like a withered willow, devoid of all life.

Her sisters from days past were all dead.

Their jade-like bodies lay strewn about, fallen by the roadside.

"No... no."

Cao E's legs gave way, and she dropped to her knees in the mud.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she burst into loud sobs.

Tears mingled with mud, smearing her cheeks.

No matter how resolute her heart and mind were, faced with such a scene of a shattered home and dead loved ones, she finally broke down completely.

"Lord Father!"

Cao E abruptly raised her head.

In the depths of despair, she sought her final source of support.

"Lord Father! Where are you?!"

Leaning on the Goddess Staff, she staggered toward the mountaintop.

Rain poured down in torrents.

Cao E climbed to the altar at the summit.

A familiar figure stood at the center of the altar.

The person wore Lin Chen's clothes and had his back to her.

"Lord Father!" Overjoyed, Cao E threw down the Goddess Staff and rushed straight toward him.

The figure slowly turned around.

Cao E's steps froze where she stood. Her pupils trembled violently.

That was